I'm curious why the crew fear its singing; surely they don't understand its 'language'.
This humanoid creature spots the beef I've taken out and emits a string of syllables.
Its voice is extremely pleasant, nothing in this world can produce such a wonderful, enchanting sound.
I place the beef into a basket on a crab's back, this thing resembling a 'vegetable basket' seems to be made of coral.
The white-haired singer points to the clothes on it; the skirt is torn and old, looking like it'll soon fall apart into rags.
I nod and take it to the ship's laundry room, where there's a stack of clean sheets. I take scissors and cut a hole in the middle of a sheet.
I pick up the sheet to demonstrate to it, draping it down from the top of my head, transforming it into a large shawl, easy to put on and take off, and if it feels too plain, it can be accessorized with a belt at the waist, with seaweed, electric eels, or sea cucumbers adorned with jellyfish blossoms, anything goes.
